You don’t need an AR-15. It’s harder to aim, it’s harder to use, and in fact, you don’t need 30 rounds to protect yourself. Buy a shotgun. Buy a shotgun.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

In my world, even sure bets are not certain; 'Cause you'll get the picture, then find out it's the cropped version.

I loved love til' it resented me, and if it's still a stranger then I love who it pretends to be.

I never cared, I was careless, Fear bein afraid or maybe I'm afraid to be fearless. Or fear bein' fearless but fearful, So even in my carelessness...gotta be careful.

Whatever you goin' through, could always be much worse, Don't make a mistake, mistakin' your blessings for a curse.

There's nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it.

Leave the past in the past, tomorrows not promised and Todays just a gift i guess thats why its the present

Sometimes you gotta stand by your failures to recognize your success

The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs... one step at a time.

I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ.

I'm much more energetic now; you might say live performance is my mission.

Mr. Bush is flaky, incompetent, and the most dangerous American president in a generation.

When it comes down to pure ornamental cursing, the native American is gifted above the sons of men.

Punishment damages goodwill and self-esteem, and shifts our attention from the intrinsic value of an action to external consequences.

It is sure to be dark if you shut your eyes.

So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

I love collections of things, but always in moderation.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.